Around The World Lyrics
| Song | Around The World |
| Artist | Lola Monroe |
| Album | Lipstick & Pistols |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Hook: AnnotateCarmen] | |
| I’ve been all around the world and I, I, I, I | |
| Never met a guy as quite as special as you are | |
| But it feels like I’m dreaming | |
| So many options I’ve had | |
| But those relationships went all bad | |
| I said I won’t look back | |
| But I’m waiting, waiting | |
| [Verse 1: Carmen] | |
| Got me waiting patient, just for your love | |
| Got me going crazy, when I’m not in your arms | |
| Feel your kiss | |
| Feel your touch | |
| All the above, make it yours | |
| Feel my love | |
| Feel my lust | |
| Make it yours, make it yours | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: Los] | |
| I’m talking black Tom Fords in a ‘74 Challenger | |
| This is the allure, but never before caliber, I | |
| Said she was Day and she said I was Night | |
| So we had a picnic on the Moon | |
| And she said I was bright | |
| I’m talking out-of-this-world shit | |
| How did this girl get out of the projects | |
| And making the projects the product of thorough shit? | |
| Paris, Sunday | |
| London, Monday | |
| Walking tall, like Project Runway | |
| The more I look in your eyes | |
| The less trouble I see | |
| When you let me H-town | |
| You’re SWV | |
| You give me TLC | |
| And it got me silly | |
| It’s a cold world, and if you left | |
| I’d be chilly | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Lola Monroe] | |
| Black Tom Fords | |
| [?] zipper | |
| Boy got drive, like a four door pick-up | |
| Flick up | |
| Paparazzi up on our penthouse do’ | |
| Never could top, it’s like the penthouse flo’ | |
| Been around all around the world and I, I, I | |
| Never met a nigga to match my fly | |
| But you take the cake with meticulous taste | |
| And you make the fake a ridiculous waste | |
| ‘Cause you the realest shit I ever had | |
| And ain’t a iller bitch, who hella bad | |
| So I’m your perfect fit, like a cork in a bottle | |
| All we go is get it poppin’, Full throttle | |
| [Hook] |
| Hook: AnnotateCarmen | |
| I' ve been all around the world and I, I, I, I | |
| Never met a guy as quite as special as you are | |
| But it feels like I' m dreaming | |
| So many options I' ve had | |
| But those relationships went all bad | |
| I said I won' t look back | |
| But I' m waiting, waiting | |
| Verse 1: Carmen | |
| Got me waiting patient, just for your love | |
| Got me going crazy, when I' m not in your arms | |
| Feel your kiss | |
| Feel your touch | |
| All the above, make it yours | |
| Feel my love | |
| Feel my lust | |
| Make it yours, make it yours | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Los | |
| I' m talking black Tom Fords in a ' 74 Challenger | |
| This is the allure, but never before caliber, I | |
| Said she was Day and she said I was Night | |
| So we had a picnic on the Moon | |
| And she said I was bright | |
| I' m talking outofthisworld shit | |
| How did this girl get out of the projects | |
| And making the projects the product of thorough shit? | |
| Paris, Sunday | |
| London, Monday | |
| Walking tall, like Project Runway | |
| The more I look in your eyes | |
| The less trouble I see | |
| When you let me Htown | |
| You' re SWV | |
| You give me TLC | |
| And it got me silly | |
| It' s a cold world, and if you left | |
| I' d be chilly | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Lola Monroe | |
| Black Tom Fords | |
| ? zipper | |
| Boy got drive, like a four door pickup | |
| Flick up | |
| Paparazzi up on our penthouse do' | |
| Never could top, it' s like the penthouse flo' | |
| Been around all around the world and I, I, I | |
| Never met a nigga to match my fly | |
| But you take the cake with meticulous taste | |
| And you make the fake a ridiculous waste | |
| ' Cause you the realest shit I ever had | |
| And ain' t a iller bitch, who hella bad | |
| So I' m your perfect fit, like a cork in a bottle | |
| All we go is get it poppin', Full throttle | |
| Hook |
| Hook: AnnotateCarmen | |
| I' ve been all around the world and I, I, I, I | |
| Never met a guy as quite as special as you are | |
| But it feels like I' m dreaming | |
| So many options I' ve had | |
| But those relationships went all bad | |
| I said I won' t look back | |
| But I' m waiting, waiting | |
| Verse 1: Carmen | |
| Got me waiting patient, just for your love | |
| Got me going crazy, when I' m not in your arms | |
| Feel your kiss | |
| Feel your touch | |
| All the above, make it yours | |
| Feel my love | |
| Feel my lust | |
| Make it yours, make it yours | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 2: Los | |
| I' m talking black Tom Fords in a ' 74 Challenger | |
| This is the allure, but never before caliber, I | |
| Said she was Day and she said I was Night | |
| So we had a picnic on the Moon | |
| And she said I was bright | |
| I' m talking outofthisworld shit | |
| How did this girl get out of the projects | |
| And making the projects the product of thorough shit? | |
| Paris, Sunday | |
| London, Monday | |
| Walking tall, like Project Runway | |
| The more I look in your eyes | |
| The less trouble I see | |
| When you let me Htown | |
| You' re SWV | |
| You give me TLC | |
| And it got me silly | |
| It' s a cold world, and if you left | |
| I' d be chilly | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Lola Monroe | |
| Black Tom Fords | |
| ? zipper | |
| Boy got drive, like a four door pickup | |
| Flick up | |
| Paparazzi up on our penthouse do' | |
| Never could top, it' s like the penthouse flo' | |
| Been around all around the world and I, I, I | |
| Never met a nigga to match my fly | |
| But you take the cake with meticulous taste | |
| And you make the fake a ridiculous waste | |
| ' Cause you the realest shit I ever had | |
| And ain' t a iller bitch, who hella bad | |
| So I' m your perfect fit, like a cork in a bottle | |
| All we go is get it poppin', Full throttle | |
| Hook |
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